John Milton

Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds,
That singing up to heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your read more

Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds,
That singing up to heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.

Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.

The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was read more

The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was known
In heaven by many a tower'd structure high,
Where scepter'd angels held their residence,
And sat as princes.

Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and silence.

Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and silence.